When I was five I used to stand in my drive way which had just been washed by the gardener. The red tiles reflected the sky and the plants, and when I looked down, I thought if I took another step I would fall into the deep abyss of what was actually above me. Sometimes I would run to the safety of the grass and sometimes I would be so scared to move I would ask the gardener to pick me up and put me some place reflect-less. I don't know what reason I gave him for this.
I argued with a co worker about whether this picture was supposed to be of a girl in the clouds or a girl lying on a beach which reflected the sky. I insisted it was the latter. I wonder if she's scared of falling.
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